Parker was a little late for breakfast, and she did not want me to take ticks off her. When I tried, she scratched my hands a little. She eventually went down the hill, and I followed her to give her some breakfast because she hadn't had any. She did not cover up like she would have had she been using a litter box.
Thursday morning (19): Parker and Dark Lady by the hay bales; Mama, Axel, and Inky close to the old house. Still no Juan, Pretty Grey Cat, Blackie (with kittens), or Butler, hélas.
Parker was the first cat to move across the road. I saw her sleeping on the old hay bales one morning.
On the 16th, Smudge had kittens under some stuff so we could not see how many, but I saw a tuxedo and a black kitten. It turned out there were three tuxedo kittens (two with pink noses) and two black kittens. About that same day, Blackie had three black kittens and one grey, and carried them into a box in the corner of the shed. Eventually, Rico and Blackie moved theirs to where Smudge had hers.
This morning, Mama cat, the long-haired black cat and one of the two matriarchs of the shed cats, caught a mole (or maybe a vole). She decided to share. Her son Truffles was the first to take it. He took it and played with it, but it was Smudge who started eating it. Smudge is one of the other mother cats. Surprisingly, Smudge growled at the cats who wanted to share. Finally, Smudge let her daughter Parker finish it. When I went out in the evening to bring them their dinner, Parker was not as interested as the rest.
